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Man's Greed

written by: hedgehog


Clouds shield the stars
As fire casts its darkened wing
Over the Amazon rain forest
Acrid clouds are banked high
Casting their last distress
At those that flee below
Birds fly high shrieking at her nakedness
Fires that blind eyes
Prayers that smoulder on trees
Harvesting those too slow to flee
They flutter and rise like wingless ash
Destroyed in the well of mans greed
Silence is all around
Pallid, tranquil the body count grows
This black distressing image of the forest
Cut down in its prime
Nothing comes of this dead land
No stirring of birth, just decline
Strong shoulders of the earth forever gone
Centuries of God's gift to the world
The lungs of this great Earth
Are Burning, Burning, Burning



I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".

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